Background: there is a dispute over who really created Flamin’ Hot Cheetos.
I am being perfectly serious here, for given values of serious. There is something refreshing and clean about deliberately not using my valuable brain cells to make a judgement call here. I don’t have to have an opinion. I don’t have to have an opinion.
Freedom!
I’m getting my second shot in a couple of days even without participating in the Greater Hershey Stupidity Tax*, but what the hell. I don’t particularly need the million bucks anyway.
Moe Lane
*One of the most entertaining things about writing things set in Greater Hershey is that their leadership sees no reason to be inaccurate in their nomenclature.
The Chick-fil-A sauce supply is apparently getting real bad, out there. Time to stock up! It’s might get a little bumpy out.
Of course, you had to have actually watched The Wonder Years to get the full effect, I guess.
I feel that possibly law enforcement’s priorities should have been reversed here.
Via @BrianFaughnan. On the other hand, it’s Texas. The tiger’s probably holed up somewhere, trying to figure out how to get to a zoo safely, because he didn’t ask for this, human. He was behaving himself. Getting dumped in the middle of a state where they give out AR-15s as party favors wasn’t his idea.
I assume there’s a mundane reason for this, and I don’t want to hear what it is.
No question, straight up.
Not that I do that particular hobby. But I’ve done other hobbies. And it’s NEVER how it works.
I even know the movie! (The Dead Pool) …You gotta wonder how all of that happened, and why, and who lost a bet*.
*Contra the Tweeter above, the movie wasn’t so much bad as it was kinda ridiculous. Dirty Harry movies don’t age badly, but they definitely get dated quick. And even then the premise was starting to feel distinctly alternate timeline-y.
Because my answer key ain’t his or hers.
